Every once in a great while i fall prey to a bit o' the sicky-snots.
It really, really can cramp a boy's style, you dig? There are few things i find more displeasing than having phlegm running out the orifices ... feels like a backed-up sceptic tank shoved down my gullet.
yuck is a word that don't come close to describing.
And so, after last week's zero training and now getting groined-checked with a bug this week, i think i'd better do some heavy-duty karmic introspection to make sure i don't have a case of the clap loading up on the horizon.
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Last weekend was the McInsane races down in Merced. It was the NRC kick-off for the pro-seys and another fun weekend of shits 'n giggles for us geezer-types. As previously reported, da PAB won the crit in somethin' wicked of a sprint finish. Here's a nice lil' shot of how much of a field sprint it really was ... cool (thanks to ronaldmariano.com).
You'll notice scrub-Williams tryin' to overtake uber-geezer Caldwell for the silver. Didn't happen, thank budda. But, Willums did spank us all in the road race the next day. Bah ... screw him and his rainbow stripes.
Our crit really was a total team commitment. We had guys driving the pack when we needed to, guys snaking a few primes when cheap n' easy, and we buried ourselves in the leadout to give our sprinters a go at the line.
But, sometimes you also need a wee-bit o' luck, too. I didn't have the gas to ride to the final corner for the PAB's leadout train ... leaving him short by more than a few meters. Lucky-like, CVC's Baggins swallowed deep and threw in his sprint honorable n'all to keep the pace high for that 100 before the sprint started. Well done bucko. If he'd have sat up after I pulled off ... it could have gotten real, real dangerous for those blokes in the pack. Bad things happen when a hungry-hungry hippo bunch of sprinters all get whiff of weakness at the same moment. Wheels overlap, bars tangle, and the inevitable screechy-scratch of blood and metal inevitably follow. Kudos to those who throw down even when they don't have to.
We all know it's just for fun and mayhem out there ... but, if'n your gonna do something - why not do it with style and passion, eh?
And, it ain't all that important of one ...
but, it do have a sweet taste every once in awhile.